Hell's Rebels 2nd Edition

Game Master Levi Steadman

Forgot to specify this but if Enara is targeted with an attack, she'll use her Nimble Dodge reaction to add +2 to her AC.

Projecting his voice as he begins moving, Til tries to bolster the confidence of anyone resisting the thugs. He steps up and lays into the thug revealing himself just in front of Til.

1) Cast Inspire Courage. 2) Stride 1 square NE of starting position. 3) Attack unarmed.

Unarmed Attack w/ IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20
Blunt Nonlethal w/ IC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The beetle Hemdar summons misses the thug it attacks and the flash of light that it gives off gets blocked by passing members of the crowd. Sorry :(

Lucius draws his warhammer and uses it to shove the thug in his crowd. With a display of uncanny strength, he shoves the thug ten feet back and nearly out of the crowd entirely. Critical shove

Tilorean's attack lands and he hits the thug square in the back of his ribs. With a pained yelp the thug turns around and focuses on Tilorean.

The thug being attacked by Hemdar's beetle is going to focus on said beetle, swinging at it with his mace three times in a frenzy. The thug hits the first swing, misses the second terribly, and lands the third with a horrid crunch. Hemdar's beetle vanishes shortly after the third attack hits.

The thug that Tilorean hit is going to turn around and start swinging at him with their mace. He appears to be aiming for places that will certainly hurt, but none that would potentially kill. Though he swings at Tilorean three times he does not hit, instead flailing around in an increasing frustrated fashion.

After getting tossed ten feet by Lucius's hammer, the thug that was hit moves with great difficulty through the crowd. Seemingly having a special disdain for Lucius and his rabble-rousing, the thug aims straight for Lucius's vitals. The thug narrowly misses Lucius's head and swiftly realizes that Lucius may be too much for him alone. He shouts out to his companions to give him some help.

One of the thugs in the crowd of economic conservatives notices his companion's call for help and moves up to get into a flanking position. He takes a swing at Lucius from the back, but his swing finds no purchase.

The last thug, seeing an elf with a bow isolated between crowds charges up to him and takes a swing at him. His blow hits Emarel in the shoulder, sending a shock of pain throughout his body. Emarel takes 4 damage.

The crowds move away from the chaos, but a knife thrown from the crowd of anarchists escalates the tension. It strikes Nox right in the throat. Instead of falling to the ground or panicking she just snarls and pulls the knife out, the wound healing swiftly after. She retreats into the opera house.

A Lovely Little Riot, Round 2

Initiative Order
Jilvinirri 29
Emaril 27 (-4 HP)
Hemdar 20
Tilorean 19+
Lucius 19-
Enara 18+
CCG Thugs 18- (#3 2 NLD)
Crowds 10

Everyone is up! Take your turns in whatever order is most convenient. If you are within 60 feet of Tilorean you will benefit from his inspire courage.

Lucius looked to either side of him and realized he had a fight on his hands. Bringing his hammer to bare, Lucius decided it was time for the gloves to come off and growled "You want to play rough do? Don't say I didn't warn you!"

With a quick swing of his hammer, Lucius brought it down on the Thug with furious righteousness to great effect.

Action #1 - Attack Thug #4
Warhammer Strike: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 27
Critical Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8, 5) + 6 + 2 = 21
Action #2 - Weapon Surge
Action #3 - Raise Shield, AC 20

Turning about face, Lucius made a quick incantation which caused his warhammer to glow brightly. Raising his shield, he starred down the other Thug and barked out "You're next!"

A natural 20 is still a critical hit right? Also, I rolled double dice, but if it's double his damage is actually 24. Yikes! Nice first combat roll! Surge is up for the next attack versus #5.

Aw, poor flash beetle. :(
As the thug kills Hemdar's summoned beetle, Hemdar focuses his magic on the thug and blasts them with ice. The ice sticks to the thug's clothes, slowing them down. Seeing another thug strike an elf with their mace, Hemdar mutters a few Sylvan words, granting the elf a sliver of insight.
Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 281d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6
Wow! That's a lot of crits. :D Not sure if I should be rolling twice or just doubling.
crit damage in case: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
Actions 1 & 2: cast Ray of Frost at CCG thug 2. (takes -10 penalty to all speeds due to crit) Action 3: Cast [url=https://2e.aonprd.com/Spells.aspx?ID=142]guidance on Emarel.

Pointing to one of the thugs menacing the human youth in the center of the square, Jilni arches an eyebrow at Enara. "I'll go high, you go low?" the gnome suggests.

"Nice trick!" Jilvi bounds up to Hemdar and grins before turning to the pro-Thrune brute and lashing out with her whip. The lash cuts his cheek and raises a huge welt along his jaw, and the gnome jeers at him and whispers her prayer of protection again.

Move, Attack, cast Shield
Whip Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Maintaining his composition, Til tries throwing the ol' one-two combination at his opponent. "Not much of a fighter, are you?"

1) Maintain Inspire Courage. 2) Strike. 3) Strike.

Unarmed @ 3 w/ IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17
Blunt Non-Lethal w/ IC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Unarmed @ 3 w/ IC & Second Agile Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 19
Blunt Non-Lethal w/ IC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"On it!" Enara replies to Jilvi, before tearing off in a separate direction. Diving this time into the crowd of Thrune loyalists, she ducks and weaves her way through to her target. Just as Jilvi's whip cracks across the face of the thug, Enara steps up from behind with another blow to the head.

Nonlethal Strike with Rapier: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 26
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
Rapier's Deadly trait: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Sneak attack damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

1) Stride 2 E, 1 NE. 2) Stride 1 NE (into flanking position). 3) Strike.

3 natural 20s in a single round, hot damn. Speaking of which: a natural 20 increases the degree of success by one step, so a success becomes a critical success or a failure becomes a success. A critical hit doubles the damage rather than rolling the damage die twice.

Looking past the goon to Jilvi, Enara yells out "I was expecting you to go for the legs!"

Emarel stumbled backwards from the impact of the mace, shoulder burning with pain. Of course they would have gone after him, he was standing alone in the middle of the crowd. It was a bad day to not prepare any magical shields for himself, how could he have been so careless. He rolled his shoulder around, confirming that it wasn't broken, as he took a look around the crowd. There were others fighting the thugs that had sprung up, one side including the orator from before. He could still hear the man's resolve and it bolstered Emarel's own spirit. With a start, he felt another small force settling around him, as if trying to help. He didn't know what it was, but it prompted him turn to look at the other side of the crowd. He saw a gnome and a human standing together battling some of the thugs, and rather competently at that. Making a split second decision, Emarel ran towards the two, away from his attacker, pulling an arrow out as he went. He stopped just above the two and turned to face the thug. With the arrow in the same hand as his bow, he performed another series of gestures with his off hand, causing it to glow bright blue with energy. He took the arrow and nocked it, spreading the energy around the arrow as he did so. He aimed for a second, allowing the magical forces around him to coalesce into utter focus, before releasing the arrow. As he did, the energy he had brought forth turned into a second, magical arrow that followed directly behind the mundane one, streaking towards its mark. "Great day for a riot, isn't it?"

Emarel will stride, strike with his bow, and follow up with a force bolt. With guidance and inspire courage coupled with volley penalty, the net to hit will still just be +6.

Bow attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Bow damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Force Bolt damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Lucius hits the thug near him with immense force, immediately knocking him to the ground unconscious. The thug that was previously flanking him looks resolved to do the same to Lucius.

The thug that had previously smashed the beetle turns up to go after Hemdar next. They are immediately hit with a blast of ice to the chest, a whip to the face, and the pommel of Enara's rapier to the temple. Thug 2 took 47 damage this turn. Suffice it to say he is uh... out

Tilorean indeed gives the thug that attacked him the good ol' "one two" with a blow to the gut to double them over and an two-handed blow to the back of the skull to put them to the ground.

Emarel's two arrows, one mundane and one magical, strike true at the thug that previously attacked him. While the thug is still active, he looks like he is rather wounded.

The thug that was previously flanking Lucius attempts to grab Lucius's warhammer but fails—the armored man is much faster than he looks! He takes a swing with his mace at Lucius and misses terribly. Realizing he is far out of his league he will get into position to attack the nearby noble.

Emarel's assailant sees that there is no way they'll have any luck with the crowd formed around Hemdar, so they head over to flank Tilorean with their companion. They grab Tilorean's arm with their left hand and swing at him with their mace. They miss Tilorean but maintain their grasp on his arm.

The crowds continue to surge away from the violence, but the conflict appears to be far from over. Three dottari guards enter the fray from inside the opera house ready with maces and shields to silence the dissenters in the crowd. To no one's shock, the three of them turn their gazes on the man who spoke words of rebellion to the protestors.

A Lovely Little Riot, Round 3

Everyone is up!

The well-equipped guards made their way out of the opera house, looking ready to use the heavy maces. This was getting worse and worse. They would make easy work of the citizens in the crowd, and as good a fighter as that rebellious man from before seemed to be, it would be difficult to handle all 3 of these guards at the same time. Lucky for Emarel, they were still bunched together. He didn't really think of how bad an idea it probably was to draw their ire. Even being injured, he could help. He took a careful step towards them; they hadn't yet noticed him. Offhand furiously making arcane gestures, he held it up towards the three guards. As soon as he finished the last word of the spell, there was an explosion of light and color in their direction. At least this would hopefully buy everyone some more time.

Emarel takes a careful 5 foot step north, and then uses remaining 2 actions to cast Color Spray.

Emarel's explosion of light and color appears to seriously debilitate the dottari to the east(3), catch the western(1) one off guard and not affect the northern(2) one at all. At this sign of aggression from the elven man the western one appears to shift their "enforcement" onto Emarel instead of Lucius.

As the dottari emerge from the Opera House, Hemdar prepares another icy blast. It is ill-timed, however, as Emarel's blast of color throws off his aim, and the attack dissipates harmlessly against a stone wall. With his attack failed, he uses a bit more magic to aid one of his newfound allies.
Ray of frost: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Actions 1 & 2: cast ray of frost at dottari 1 (apparently I'm incapable of rolling average). Action 3: cast guidance on Enara.

Since #6 attacked Tilorean, which triggers Lucius' Ranged Reprisal giving him a free 5' step and attack. It also confers a +3 damage reduction bonus on Tilorean until next round from #6.

Realizing that the cowardly thugs were moving off him to attack allies within the crowd, Lucius bellowed out in a deep voice and surged towards the thugs surrounding Tilorean. "Stand and fight!"

Ranged Reprisal, Retributive Strike vs. 6: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 11
Warhammer Damage: 2d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 + 1 = 13

Probably a miss with weapon surge, oh well.

Now in range of both assailants, Lucius turned his attention back on the one who ran away from him "Coward! Did you think you could evade me so easily?"

1. Attack on #5: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 1 = 18
Warhammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5
2. 2nd Attack on #5: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 - 5 = 19
Warhammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10
3. Action #3, Raise Shield AC20

Swinging at both #5 and #6, Lucius is therefore in crackin' heads mode.

Oh, hells, Enara thinks to herself, watching the elf step up and blast the guards with an outrageous display of color. While it certainly had an effect, it also left him exposed and vulnerable. Nothing for it, then.

Drawing a dagger and lightly stepping past Emarel--"Pardon me!"--she lunges forward with her rapier, trying to pull their attention away from the elf.

Strike with Rapier vs #3: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 26
Rapier damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11
Deadly in case of crit: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Seeing (and feeling) the sword strike home, Enara recovers into a defensive stance with a grin, dagger held out in a reverse grip.

Over her shoulder, she yells, "It's time to make ourselves scarce, friends! Nobody ever got old fighting the Thrunes or their dogs in open combat."

1) Draw dagger. 2) Stride 1 SE, 2 E. 3) Strike on #3.

"Enara! We need to scatter before more Dottari get here!" Jilvi pleads. Unwilling to leave without the other woman, the gnome steps towards the stunned thug and cracks her whip while maintaining her ward.

Move, Attack, Shield
Whip Attack vs #3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"I agree completely, but I think we should take our new friends with us!"

Perhaps antagonizing the Thrune guards hadn't been the wisest idea, at least from so close. For that, Emarel was glad that these others around him had stepped up to fight as well. He was still wary trusting anyone, but they were helping not just him, but the people, stay safe from the violence. "If you guys have somewhere in mind, lead on! I'll be right behind you."

Lucius steps up to help Tilorean and swings his warhammer at the thug who grabbed the noble. He misses, switching his focus to the thug that tried to get away from him. Lucius swings twice at the thug, the first connecting and the second finishing the job and downing the thug.

Enara walks up to the guard most affected by Emarel's explosion of colors and stabs them through the neck without pause while they are still stunned.

Having looked up the escape rules, I don't think when Til acts is likely to matter!

Tilorean pulls away from the guard who grabbed him, swinging his fist wildly as he escapes, still maintaining his composition.

Unarmed to Escape w/ IC vs his Athletics DC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20
Unarmed Attack w/ IC & 2nd Attack vs #6: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 4
Blunt w/ IC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Jilvinirri steps up next to Enara and lashes out at the one dottari unaffected by Emarel's magic. The whip cracks and connects, though that particular dottari's focus is on Enara now that blood has been shed.

Tilorean breaks free from the thug that grabbed him and tries to strike back but misses.

The thug that had earlier grabbed Tilorean shifts their focus to Lucius, using their free hand to go under the armored man's shield and trip him. Once Lucius is on the ground the thug tries to swing their mace down two times, one missing entirely and the other bouncing off of Lucius's shield ineffectually.

Through their foggy vision the dottari dazzled by Emarel's explosion of colors Steps up and swings their mace at Emarel twice. The first is a lucky hit and sends a jolt of pain through Emarel's side as the mace cracks a rib. The second swing barely misses the wizard.
Emarel takes 4 B damage.

The dottari that Jilvinirri struck with her whip steps forward with purpose and swings their mace at Enara. It strikes her shoulder with a glancing blow, though the force is more than enough to make it hurt. The dottari raises their shield, anticipating a counter-strike.
Enara takes 4 B damage.

A Lovely Little Riot, Round 4

Initiative Order
Jilvinirri 29
Emaril 27 (-8 HP)
Hemdar 20
Tilorean 19+
Lucius 19- (prone)
Enara 18+ (-4 HP)
Dottari 18- (#2 -5 HP)
CCG Thugs 18- (#6 -5 HP)
Crowds 10

Everyone is up!

Unhappy that the situation is actually life-threatening, Til gives in and pulls his rapier, wishing his fists had been more than were required.

He attempts to interrupt the man trying to hurt his rescuer.

Attack #6 w/ Rapier, IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 = 22
Piercing w/ IC: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Deadly, if necessary: 1d8 ⇒ 5 For 15 total on a crit, right?

1) Maintain Composition. 2) Interact w/ rapier. 3) Attack #6,

"First you attack an unarmed man, now you try to kill another after knocking him to the ground. Kintargans don't approve of thugs!"

"Hey bootlicker! Pick on someone your own size!" Letting her magic drop, Jilvinirri swears viciously at the Dottari who struck Enara, but lashes her whip at his partner.

Whip vs #1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Good enough! Time to get the hell out of here, unless either of you wanna lose more ribs!" The gnome suits action to word, darting away from the crowd of Thrune supporters and past the other humans scrapping with the third Dottari.

Attack, Move, Move

Hemdar nods. "Most of the other protestors are clearing out as well. There's not much point in sticking around." It would be difficult for the others to retreat, however, while the dottari were engaged with them, so he continued to blast the guards with his icy magic. He then moved after the gnome.
Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 181d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8
Actions 1 & 2: cast Ray of Frost at dottari 1. Action 3: Stride
If Enara can continue to constantly land crits, we don't really need to run. :D

Landing on the ground, Lucius was alarmed that this thug got best of him for even just a moment. Using his shield, he deflects further attacks and growls in frustration "You'll regret that!"

Action #1 - Raise Shield, AC20

Rolling to his feet, Lucius stares down his assailant, who is now dealing with the business end of a rapier from the man Lucius intervened to help. Nodding at his newfound ally, Lucius adds his hammer to the mix.

Action #2 - Stand from prone (move action)
Action #3, Strike #5: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9
Warhammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12

If #5 attacks Tilorean and not Lucius, that will trigger another Retributive Strike.

Enara hisses in pain at the blow, but swiftly recovers her balance and strikes back out with her rapier, attempting to knock the mace out of his hand.

Disarm with Rapier against #2: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16

To the elf, she says, "If you're going to come with, now's the time to do it!" Without waiting for a reply, she takes off into a sprint after Jilvi, ducking past the other spellcaster and another set of combatants. As she passes, she yells out, "Come on, get the hell out of here!"

1) Disarm against #2. 2) Move 5 E. 3) Move 5 E. If anyone takes a swing at Enara, she'll use Nimble Dodge.

Emarel doubled over in pain, clutching at his broken rib. Suddenly facing these guards alone was not a place where he wanted to be. Taking the advice of his new friends, he proceeded to follow them east. As he ran, he pulled out an arrow. Once he caught up, he turned around for a second, aimed, and let the arrow loose.

Longbow attack against #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Move, move, strike. If attack hits and #1 is already down from the previous damage, I would instead like to target #2

Lucius stands up and executes a coordinated strike against the last remaining thug with Tilorean. Though Lucius misses, Tilorean's rapier deftly pierces into the last thug and finishes them off.

Jilvinirri's whip cracks against the dazzled dottari. Just as the dottari looks like they will try to strike back, Jilvi is on the other side of the plaza and the dottari is hit by Hemdar's ray of frost. Sluggish from the pain of being struck twice in a row, the dottari makes a pathetic dodge of Emarel's arrow and it graze their armor ineffectually.

Enara strikes out at the other dottari's weapon with a flourish of her rapier, loosening their grip on it.

The dottari struck by Hemdar's ray starts to regain their vision and Strides over to Strike at Hemdar. Their mace misses and they raise their shield.

The other dottari chases after Enara and attempts to Strike her, missing in their haste.

The crowds continue to surge out of the park, and the doors into the opera house loom open as a portentous reminder that more dottari could come at any time.

A Lovely Little Riot, Round 5

Initiative Order
Jilvinirri 29
Emaril 27 (-8 HP)
Hemdar 20
Tilorean 19+
Lucius 19-
Enara 18+ (-4 HP)
Dottari 18- (#1 -11 HP, #2 -5 HP)
Crowds 10

Everyone is up!

Seeing the dottari giving chase, Emarel considered his options. There were still people in the crowd who hadn't left yet, and the guards were out for blood. He could continue to run, but that might leave the stragglers open to getting their heads crushed in, and that wasn't something he wanted to see happen. Holding out his bow in front of him, Emarel ran his other hand slowly over it while muttering the words for the spell. Small sparks flew off to the side, flames wound their way down the limbs of the bow, and a thin layer of frost covered the string, all emphasizing the bright blue light that now emanated from the weapon.

Now, he surveyed the area. One of the guards had almost caught up, but he trusted his new friends, Enara he thought the tall one was, to handle him. Instead, focused on the remaining guard that had been caught in previous spell, who was attacking the human that had been helping but remained closer. Emarel pulled an arrow out and set it to the string, magical energy flowing onto the arrow as well, alighting it in the same manner as the bow. Trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder and ribs, he aimed, and let go. After he did, he called out to his companions. "I hate to stay much longer, but I think we should at least hold off until this crowd finishes dispersing. We at least can handle ourselves, but I wouldn't want them caught in the violence right now any more than necessary."

Emarel will cast magic weapon on his bow, and then strike at dottari #1

Attack roll: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 9
Weapon damage: 2d8 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 1 = 10

Man, I guess getting hit real good by some maces really makes it hard to aim an arrow properly. Ah well.

Ducking away from the blow, Enara turns back to the dottari, saying, "You don't know when to quit, do you?" Tumbling past him into a flank with Jilvi, her rapier snaps out, quickly followed by a slash from her dagger.

Strike with Rapier: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10
Deadly?: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3
13 or 34 damage. Not sure if this is a crit or not but just being thorough.

Strike with Dagger: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 5
14 damage.

1) Stride 1 W, 1 NW, 1 N. 2) Strike. 3) Strike.

Emarel's magic arrow streaks toward the injured dottari, but it comes in at a bad angle and unfortunately is deflected by their shield.

Enara works her way around the dottari chasing her and slices at their hamstring from the back with her dagger. The dottari falls to their knees and the finishing blow from Enara's rapier only comes a short moment later.

Another big crit from Enara, total of 48 damage this turn! Hope you guys don't mind attack ordering being changed for effect, its all for the a e s t h e t i c I promise.

Hemdar ducks the dottari's mace strike and scrambles away from the attacking guard. As he does, he hastily speaks the incantation to his spell and sends another blast of cold at the last remaining dottari.
Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 1 = 231d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Action 1: Stride away from dottari 1. Actions 2 & 3: cast Ray of Frost at dottari 1.

I took the liberty of moving Hemdar his speed away from the Dottari in keeping with the stride notation.

"I do believe these women are right, and it is time to leave, while we can!" The young noble moves away with purpose.

Stride, Stride, Stride! Takes me off the map.

"Hey, I know that guy! Follow the blueblood! Tactical reposition!"

Triple Stride!

Lucius glances over, and nods at the others as they fall back. "I'll cover our retreat! Go!" Stepping forward calmly, Lucius holds is warhammer aloft towards the last remaining thug. "You'll want to stand down mate, it only gets worse for you if decide to pursue."

Action 1 - 5' step one space north.
Action 2 - Raise a shield, AC20
Action 3 - Intimidate, Demoralize Target 1: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 18

If #1 surveys the Frost blast, Lucius will prevent him from getting at any of the others, and will withdraw once everyone is safely behind him. If #1 does try anyone other than Lucius, he'll certainly trigger a reprisal.

He'll then instruct the democratists to scatter, before things get ugly.

Hemdar's ray of frost hits, chilling the last active dottari and significantly hurting them.
7 damage, dottari #1 @ -18 HP

Lucius's words seem to shake the last dottari. They run back towards the opera house. Whether they seek reinforcements, healing, or both, the six of you are unsure—you don't stick around long enough to find out.

A Lovely Little Riot—End

For his fantastic and in-character speech, Lucius will gain a hero point and the party will gain 30xp! For Jilvi's clever maneuvering of the crowds she will also gain a hero point and the party will gain 30xp! Everyone has been fantastic thus far, and I'm sure all of you will have your shining hero moments to come.

The crowd has dispersed, and thanks in large part to your aid, it appears that none of the peaceful protesters were harmed. Not long after you led the park there is a rumor circulating that Nox scoured the park with a pair of hellhounds on leashes looking for a tall, blonde human man in chain armor.

Go ahead and use this time to discuss among yourselves in character, purchase basic items, etc. You don't have a lot of in-world time before the next event strikes, so just keep that in mind. Since talking is a free action, of course, don't worry about interacting too much.

The young noble addresses his fellow criminals, because that's what they are, now, after attacking Thrune's troops.

"We should find a place off the street. More guards and thugs are sure to be sent looking for anyone connected with this. Probably ought to go further then the closest two or three taverns . . .. Anywhere come to mind?"

Enara, looking a bit nauseous, nods to the noble. "I know a decent spot nearby. If you promise to keep it to yourselves, we can lay low until it's safe for us to be on the streets."

As the group flees the scene, Hemdar pauses for a moment reaches next to the park, and reaches his arm down to the soil. A tiny humanoid made of plants bursts from the ground and clambers up Hemdar's arm to perch on his shoulder. He then hurries to rejoin the rest of the group.

Hemdar nods at Enara's suggestion."That sounds fine. I'm Hemdar, by the way, and this is Tictic." He indicates his small companion, who waves a green hand at the assembled group in greeting.

"Ohhhh, not good. Not good at all." Jilvi is jogging to keep up with the longer-legged folk and glances back they way they came every few seconds. "Enara, we killed Dottari. They're gonna be pissed, wherever we hole up had better be good because if they catch us..."

Enara nods to Hemdar, glances at the creature, then opens her mouth to introduce herself before doing a double-take at the leshy on his shoulder. She stares at the creature in wide-eyed amazement until brought back to reality by Jilvi's words.

Fighting off another sudden wave of nausea, Enara speaks through gritted teeth, saying, "I know. But they came out of there with murder in their hearts. I couldn't just stand by and watch, not this time." Enara winces as she rubs her injured shoulder, and pulls her cloak's hood back over her head.

Catching up with the others, Lucius appears grim, but otherwise in control and clear headed. "Thank-you for the assistance back there. Unfortunately, we'll all likely have a mark on our heads now." Glancing back momentarily from the direction they just came to check if they were being followed, Lucius turned his attention back towards his new companions and nodded "I am Lucius Baradayne, and my apologies if you were dragged into this against your will... that was not my intent."

Nodding at Enara agreeably, Lucius adds "Quite right, it was nothing if not self-defense given that lethal manner in which they tried to shut down the protest," pausing, Lucius took a deep breath "no matter, it's done now. If you have somewhere for us to go, that would be most helpful."

"My name is Enara. I'll let my companion introduce herself, if she wishes to," says Enara, tilting her head toward Jilvi. "Not my place to give it for her, after all."

Creeping up to the corner of the building, Enara listens intently and then looks back to the others. "I don't hear anything, now might be a good time to get moving. Shall we?"

Putting his hand up quickly, Lucius cuts off the conversation and motions for everyone to stop. Looking towards the others with an alarmed look, the armored warrior adds with a hushed voice "Hang on... someone is in alleyway." Drawing his sword, Lucius moves closer to nearby building adjacent the alleyway. Glancing back at the others, he whispers again "Trouble."

Is it possible to peak around the corner and get a head count?

The sound of his companions' chatter brought Emarel out of his momentary lapse in concentration, and put back him squarely into reality. With that came the sharp pains that had caused him to lose focus in the first place. Following the rest of the group as they ran away from the protest, he had tried to block out the feelings of pain, succeeding only partly.

Looking at the others, he was able to put names to faces, finally. He adored the little plant that was with Hemdar; it reminded him of the forests back home. But this wasn't any time for that. The hand not holding his bow wrapped around his torso in a vain attempt to assuage the pain of his broken rib. "You may call me Emarel." His words came out low and raspy, as he struggled to breathe normally. "Somewhere to go would be nice. I could really use the rest." This time, the words were accompanied by painfully agonizing coughs that left blood in his hand. "Please, lead the way."

Upon hearing Lucius' words, Emarel gratefully stopped speaking. He moved his way to the back of the group. Whatever the trouble was, he wasn't in any shape to be confronting it head on. He could let them deal with it initially. Just in case, he put an arrow to his bow, and held it ready.

Lucius peeks around the corner to see six Chelish Citizen's Group thugs kicking a well-dressed man who is curled up on the ground in a defensive position. If anyone else takes a peek, they may see the same. The thugs are pretty occupied with presumably beating the man to death that they don't take notice unless one of you obviously steps forward.